I was born on November 8 2014. I weighed two pages and 1 post. I was 1123 words long at birth and I was just a big crybaby – ranting and raving. Many people came to hear me though I had nothing more to offer. My birth certificate hadn’t yet been signed – I hadn’t a name. The tag around my wrist fortuitously linked me to someone important; a conscious act by my mother who had not intended on getting me noticed. I had an early growth spurt and transformed from a newborn to a new blog quickly.
I made her a blogger. Yet, she refuses to refer to herself that way. She had mocked that world on many occasions before she had me. She doesn’t want to get saddled down by the responsibilities that come with being creative. She still doesn’t want to acknowledge that I am her life right now and that I make her feel most alive.
She made me because she was having an existential crisis. From how much she mulls over me I realize that she is still in the midst of it. This is also the reason why she is unable to answer the question at hand and has as usual asked me to talk for her. She called me Another Voice. I don’t think it’s a very inspired name. It’s not original; neither attention-grabbing nor attention-seeking. My name, she tells me, is a consequence of where I reside; my domain: To Kill A Miming Bird at WordPress, Dot Com, The Internet, HTTP-1.
It’s a place with ever-changing landscapes and populated by migrant peoples. There are many scattered veterans’ colonies. I don’t know exactly which war they all fought in but I am sure that as I grow up here I will have to fight my own battles. I know that she will make me do it. There is a group of people who run this place. It can’t be an easy job.
She chose where we were to live because her cousin recommended it. She’s happy here. I can feel the joy that radiates through her to the tips of her fingertips when she cares for me everyday. She chose our exact address as homage to one of her favourite books. She can’t speak. She has been dumb most of her life, in many ways. She made me in order to kill off her miming habit. She named me Another Voice – her voice. She has made me, to speak for her, of her, and I what have to say is always by her. So the name stays, despite its plebeian nature.
I am growing now in different ways. I seem to be an aimless toddler. I pick up and eat dirt sometimes. I scratch up my knees and elbows. I outgrow my clothes too quickly and do end up looking like a mess. She redresses me from time to time and has me looking my best for everyone who comes to see me.
I think she loves me more because of the people who have been kind enough to pat my head or pinch my cheeks. Some people are regular visitors and hug me tight while others smile and walk by. There are still others I see walk to me when I am static. I can tell where they are from but I cannot tell who they are. She seems to like the attention I bring her, irrespective of the form. I seem to give her some sort of validation, over-interpreted notwithstanding, but satisfying nonetheless.
She tries her best to keep me focused but she can’t help letting me slip away. She doesn’t want to control me, to be perfectly honest. She’s tired of control. She’s tired of having a plan. She’s tired of the way she’s lived her life. Or so she tells me to tell you.
She had to say this about me,
An exposition of the known. An exploration into the unknown. And much more of less stuck up stuff.
I think this is still true. I am all this. But what I am, in essence, is a channel – for her thoughts and her dreams; to be expressed in as many ways as she wishes. I am here to let her rest for a while. I am here to realize that she has always been more than she has estimated. I am here to help her answer her existential questions. She is hoping you will stick around to watch me grow. She has now changed what I am about to accommodate all this.
I will be two months old tomorrow. I am no longer a crybaby. I am so much more now than what she had imagined. I am becoming her. Or rather, she is becoming me. In this process we hope to find each other.
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This is beautifully written. Although you are only 2 months old you are already a genius. I am a visual person and usually if a blog is real “wordy” I skim each paragraph to get an idea of what is being said.
I read each word that you have written!
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Wow! That’s an immense compliment. Thank you so much Robin. I am so happy you read my words, it’s always so heartening for a new blogger/writer to hear that. I hope I can continue writing to an effect that keeps you coming back. Bests, Sam.
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cleverly written, enjoyed reading this – and quietly smiling as I started to understand … I am not always the sharpest knife in the drawer 😉
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Haha. Thank you. But at least you are not someone to fork around. *Ouch*
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Lovely. I also feel the same way about my child who always make me feel happy and adventurous.
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Haha.. Thank you 🙂
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That was an unique Intro. Congrats. 🙂
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Thank you. 🙂
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You must have a lovely Mum
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I do indeed. Thank you for your lovely words. Although she would be embarrassed if I told her that.
PS: I really appreciate you coming to see me everyday. I like you.
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Thank you Sam. The feeling is mutual
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That was a wonderful way to introduce you and your blog…
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Loved it. Because I am a mother of two andmy blog toois no less than a baby to me. A very honest post I would say. Happy two months, baby! 🙂
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🙂 Thank you Rekha. you must have your hands full with all the kids you must cater to. Bests, Sam.
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Simply marvelous!
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Thank you so much. 🙂
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Wow, Sam… wow. Congrats on your courage to let go.
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Thanks hon. 🙂 Slowly but steadily. The next post is related to this one.
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How sweet?! This sure seems like your baby…your love reflects throughout your post. Keep up the passion 🙂
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Thank you Vinodini 🙂 I hope to.
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This is a great post and a very original way to celebrate a blogging anniversary…keep it up. While the blog evolves, so will you!
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Thank you so much Kathy for the encouragement. I appreciate it.
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You are very talented. Beautiful post. You sound energetic. Bravo!
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Thank you so much. Very kind of you.
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It’s my pleasure Sam. You have a great blog.
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Brilliant!!!
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Thank you 🙂
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What a lovely and profoundly honest post. Thank you so much for sharing yourself.
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Thank you. But that’s what you do every day and I admire you for that.
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What a beautiful post!
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Thank you so much.
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I smiled all the way reading this piece. You are one talented writer 🙂
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Thank you Jini 🙂
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Lovely post…you committed to the personification throughout, without getting tangled in the pronouns either! Wow, I didn’t know you had started your site so recently. Another near-synchronicity: I started just a week before you. We are blog peers 🙂
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Yes, I am new here. But so much has been said and done here that I feel old. Our list of connections seems to grow everyday. We were meant to be. So very cool! 🙂
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Wow! That aounds just like my dad and his birthing of me in September!
Your friend, A Roil in Pain.
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Thank you A Roil in Pain. We do a lot for our parents, don’t we?
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This was so beautifully written; just another reason I enjoy following your blog.
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🙂 That was such a nice comment. Thank you so much!
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Innovative. I like it 🙂
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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